I’m not one to get excited about cleaning. Oh, I know those sorts of people exist — the kind who take special pleasure in making their homes sparkle, whose hardwood floors could be licked if the occasion called for it. I, however, am in the camp of those who see most domestic work as drudgery. Even cooking has become more chore than pleasure to me as the mouth count of our family has multiplied; more assembly line than creative endeavor. But things like vacuuming, mopping, dusting, well, let’s just say I am usually far from energized upon tackling these things.
Enter ‘The Boss.’ We just acquired a used version of The Boss vacuum cleaner, but let me tell you, it was love at first use. From the moment I turned on The Boss, there was a powerful connection. Yesterday, The Boss and I scouted out all sorts of sneaky items that had become “permanently” fixed to the nooks and crannies of our home — shriveled up spaghetti noodles, popcorn kernels, beads, dust mites, pieces of used-up fast-food toys. All of these things had escaped the grasp of the lesser versions of vacuum cleaners that have found their way to us in recent years. But with each inhale of The Boss yesterday, I was feeling the freedom of it all, humming “Whistle While Your Work” while my kids looked on in concern wondering who’d kidnapped their mother and come up with such a perfect exterior disguise. For me, it was as if each bit of strain that had been resting on my shoulders from summertime buildup vanished with each swoop of the hose. Oh yeah, The Boss rocks, and my carpet is smiling.
What can I say? It’s the little things in life, right?
What is the one cleaning item that causes you to whistle while you work? The one device that is The Boss to you?